Taxicab Depressions

Well, Thursday was actually kinda slow…   I hope they are saving it up for Friday and Saturday. I could use a busy (and profitable) weekend.

But, one reason people might have stayed in tonight is because it rained a good portion of the evening, and it is supposed to be rainy all weekend.

I hate this job in the rain. Just like dogs, wet drunks and wet whores smell awful.

Of course, every time it rains, I hear the immortal words of Travis Bickel in my head…

“All the animals come out at night…   whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies…    sick…  venal…   Someday a REAL rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets…”

Some nites really do feel like that…